You Ly in rest somewhere beautiful and full of life, changing always with the ages. You're there when the fall leaves fade away into the crystal ice cycles of the winter. When the white snow blanket melts into the green grass. Always there to hear the summer song. Rejoicing with grandpa, laughing at everything that's happened and what's still yet to come. You can hear the whisper of things unknown in the night. You Ly in wait with grandpa until all of us are there, singing new beginnings song. We will all be there throughout the ages, the leaves dancing and swaying to our song of the afterlife.❤️
Miss you momma, happy Mother's Day❤️❤️😔
